Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

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This so reminds me of that poem you sent me about dying that was read at my mom's funeral:

"I'm standing at the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other......

Oh yes! I love that poem - it chokes me up every time in sadness and in joy. For those of you who don't know it...

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and startsfor the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speckof white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,hull and spar as she was when she left my side.And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voicesready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"